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My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife CHAPTER 393
ADAM’S POVAria left. The door barely made a sound as it closed behind her, but it might as well have been a thunderclap, echoing through the empty hallways of our home and reverberating deep inside me. I couldn’t hold her back. I didn’t even have the words.They were tangled up somewhere between my heart and my throat, caught in the tempest of emotions raging inside me. The silence that followed was deafening, a stark contrast to the vibrant life we had been building together in this house. It’s as if everything that was good, everything that mattered, had been snatched away in an instant.The pain is unbearable, a deep, searing ache that tears my heart apart. It’s a feeling I’ve never known before, like a hurricane has come and devastated my world, sweeping away all that was precious to me. I always feared this day would come, the day when she’d remember everything and realize the truth I had tried so hard to hide.I thought I could keep her by my side forever, make her happy enough
My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife CHAPTER 394
ARIA’S POVReaching out to the Mitchells weighs heavily on my mind. Ethan was my best friend, just like Stella. I feel a deep sense of obligation to them, even if our recent interactions have been strained and awkward. It doesn’t help that I suspect they might not have particularly warm feelings towards me right now, especially after everything that has happened.The idea of suddenly appearing at their doorstep, announcing that my memory has miraculously returned, and offering to help find Ethan feels almost absurd. But I can’t shake the need to do something, to reach out in some way. Maybe if I talk to Stella first, I can explain myself, tell her about my memory coming back, and maybe, just maybe, we can work together to help the Mitchells find Ethan.The thought of Ethan fills me with a deep, gnawing grief. He was in that crash too, and I have no idea if he survived. It’s a hollow, painful feeling, knowing that I made it out alive but not knowing what happened to him.The guilt of s
My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife CHAPTER 395
ARIA’S POVI meet Stella at our regular café, a familiar place that holds countless memories of laughter, secrets, and support. As I walk in, the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee greets me, momentarily easing the tension in my chest. I spot Stella at our usual table by the window, her eyes scanning the door anxiously. When she sees me, her face breaks into a tentative smile, though I can sense the concern lurking just beneath the surface.As I sit down, we exchange the usual pleasantries, but there’s an unspoken heaviness between us, a shared understanding that today’s conversation will be different from our usual lighthearted chats. I take a deep breath, steadying myself, and then I begin to tell her everything. I explain how, miraculously, I’ve regained my memory, how the fog that had clouded my mind for so long has finally lifted. I share the details of the envelope I received, the divorce papers, the letter, the damning evidence that exposed Adam’s deceit.Stella listens
My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife CHAPTER 396
ADAM’S POVI start digging into the stack of envelopes we've been receiving at home and in my office, spreading them out across my desk. They all look so innocuous at first glance—plain, white, nothing remarkable. But there are subtle similarities that are hard to ignore.The way they're addressed, the handwriting, even the type of paper. It's all too deliberate, too planned. Someone is behind this, and they’ve been sending these messages with a purpose.My mind immediately goes to the Wilson family. They've never been overly fond of me, especially after everything that happened with Aria. Could they be trying to jolt her memory back, to get her away from me and back into their fold? The idea isn’t far-fetched. They’ve always been protective of her, and with good reason. Would they risk her health like this, sending her into a spiral of confusion and pain just to separate us? It doesn't quite add up. They love Aria too much to put her through this kind of turmoil.I push the thought a
My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife CHAPTER 397
EVAN’S POVI look at my wife with a mix of triumph and frustration. I say, my voice steady but charged with emotion.“We’ve done it. We managed to separate Adam and Aria.”But this isn’t the end. We’re not finished with them yet. Aria might have regained her memory, or she might be playing some kind of game. We don’t know for sure. What we do know is that she’s out of Adam Miller’s house, and that makes her more vulnerable.My wife’s eyes narrow, her anger barely concealed, she agrees, her voice cold and resolute.“Yes, she’s vulnerable now. But we need to understand what she’s up to.”While she was with Ethan, she was still entangled with Adam despite their divorce. Clearly, there was something brewing between them, and Ethan ended up being the casualty. It’s like he’s always getting involved with the wrong women. First, Lydia, the gold digger, and now Aria. She might be a billionaire, but she’s played with his life, and now she’s just moving on like nothing happened.I feel a tight
My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife CHAPTER 398
ADAM’S POVI can’t stand the thought of Aria being targeted again, especially when she’s innocent. It’s clear that the only way to put an end to this madness is to confront the Mitchells directly. They deserve to know the truth about what happened, and I need to clear Aria’s name once and for all.When I arrive at the Mitchells’ home, the tension is obvious. They don’t want me there, but they’re willing to listen, at least for now. I take a deep breath and begin to explain everything. I tell them about the plane crash, how Aria ended up on a deserted island, and how we searched tirelessly for her.I recount how I was the first to find her and the ordeal with the pirates, which left her with no memory of the events. I describe how we had to focus on her recovery, hoping they might understand that we were all doing our best under impossible circumstances.“Keep your crap to yourself!”But it’s clear they are not convinced. The Mitchells are consumed by grief and anger, and I can’t blame
My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife CHAPTER 399
ARIA’S POVReturning to the office after weeks away, I'm immediately swept up in a whirlwind of greetings and well-wishes. My team has arranged a small welcome-back party, complete with balloons, a cake, and cheerful music.It’s heartening to see everyone so happy to have me back, and I can’t help but smile at the warmth in the room. I make my way through the crowd, exchanging hugs and handshakes, grateful for the support that has been waiting for me during my absence.As the party continues around me, I settle into my office and begin sifting through the stacks of reports and documents that have piled up in my absence. To my relief, the team has managed everything brilliantly while I was away.It’s clear they’ve gone above and beyond to ensure the business continues to run smoothly, and I feel a surge of pride in my colleagues. It feels good to be back, surrounded by familiar faces and the hum of a bustling workplace.Just as I’m starting to get into a rhythm, my phone buzzes on the
My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife CHAPTER 400
ADAM’S POV“I need to talk to you urgently about the Mitchells.”Aria’s continued silence gnaws at me. It has been some time now since I tried reaching out, and each ignored call and unread message feels like another knife twisting in my gut. At first, I convinced myself not to contact her, not to stir up more trouble.I knew the Mitchells were already on edge, their grief and anger over Ethan’s disappearance clouding their judgement. I feared that any attempt to explain myself or clear the air would only provoke them further, potentially putting Aria in more danger. But after what happened when I visited them, I’m not so sure anymore.I had gone to their house with the best intentions, hoping to calm the waters and explain everything. I wanted them to understand that neither Aria nor I were to blame for what happened to Ethan. However they wouldn’t listen.They were so consumed by their grief and rage that they wouldn’t hear a word I said. It was like talking to a wall. Now it seems
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